Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1250 - 344: Gathering of Generals_3

Chapter 1250: Chapter 344: Gathering of Generals_3

Baptism of Wisdom? Liu Zhenhan was no stranger to this term, as the Andulan Elder had been passed all the abilities of an Ascetic Monk in this very way by his mentor, Master Yapingning. In essence, "Baptism of Wisdom" and Beamon’s "Wisdom Enlightenment" were one and the same thing.

"Richard, wouldn’t you hurry and stick your head over the rail?" Chief Deseli waved his hand, "Whether it’s feasible or not, I’ll know once I try!"

"Respectable Chief, even if I really could become a Rudd Giant, today I won’t rely on that ability," Liu Zhenhan pondered for a moment, then raised his head and smiled confidently, "I am a Beamon Shaman, and of course, I need to fight like a Shaman! At least that’s how it is in Kalimantan!"

No sooner had he spoken than Guoguo, who had been prepared, rushed into the clearing. From the Seven-degree Golden Spatial Ring, he summoned a large pile of items: the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array, Mithril arms, Ancient Power Fire Gun, and Liu Zhenhan’s Death Lord equipment.

Guoguo put on the Death Lord Ring and summoned Tide Lord Gerein.

The execution grounds in the underground prison were indeed vast. The massive body of Gerein did not seem crowded when it appeared. After being frenziedly gnawed by gold-loving ants, Gerein’s body was covered in open sores and rotted flesh, with white bones clearly visible—completely in line with the appearance one would expect from an undead being.

Apart from Liu Zhenhan, everyone in the underground prison covered their mouths in shock.

A white light immediately flashed across the Vajra Magic Formation on the ground, and a hazy figure emerged from the center of the wide Formation, gradually becoming clear amid the twisted light of the elements.

Not only were the Giants dumbfounded, but Liu Zhenhan was also stunned.

Among this first group rushing to Kalimantan City were not only Prince Kahn of the Fei Lengcui lineage and Master Puskas, but also the couple of the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim and Illusionist Luna, Dragon Knights Lampard and Gaxia, and two old Mages with snow-white beards and deeply furrowed wrinkles. The intense magic fluctuations emanating from the two old Magi could only hint at their lofty stature!

And there was... the perpetual white-robed, handsome, and dashing High Priest Mourinho!

Yi Tiao pounced and hugged the strong and sturdy frame of the rascal tightly.

"I’m delighted to see your return, my ace fighter!" Liu Zhenhan patted Yi Tiao’s back vigorously, then hugged both Gude and Vieri. He found that the two warriors with whom he had conquered the world had grown even more muscular, making himself look even more slender and diminutive beside them.

"We’ve already returned to Chesang Continent a while back, and now all our people have arrived in Fei Lengcui!" Gude’s forehead was tied with a red band, his expression fierce: "One hundred and seventy-eight Pantha warriors and six Mo Shao Illusionists are poised to strike! Just with us alone, we could flatten this city!"

"I will continue to stand by your side, my lord!" Vieri stood upright and thumped his chest plate heavily.

"I promise, your glory will shine brilliantly tonight!" Liu Zhenhan nodded vehemently, taking the red band passed over by the bearman, tying it around his forehead with a twist of his fingers.

Katusha bolted into Liu Zhenhan’s arms, clamping her teeth onto old Liu’s side, making him draw a sharp breath.

Holding the tenacious Katusha, Liu Zhenhan embraced each of his close female companions in turn.

"Can the little parrot still speak in the future?" Ning Yu looked up to ask, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, while the clamshell behind her quivered gently.

"Didn’t you hate it when it swore?" Liu Zhenhan said with a smile as he pinched her cheek.

"I don’t hate it now," Ning Yu sighed. "What’s the big deal if that little brat swears?"

"It has Yi Tiao’s blood in it and the regenerative ability of Fei Wenli’s Python Bile, ’inducing and promoting blood’ can’t eliminate that." Liu Zhenhan ground his teeth in hatred, "But for this grudge, I will repay the Mulanese a hundredfold!"

"The little rascal is full of murderous intent today! Who would have thought?" The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim clicked his tongue continuously on the side.

Liu Zhenhan walked over to his father-in-law and mother-in-law with a smile and embraced Fairy Dragon Luna, infuriating the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim who nearly knocked a Buddha-sized bump on the head of this little cheat.

"Helen has been sending at least a hundred flame text messages every day, urging us. Luna and I didn’t dare delay at all! We rushed here bringing all 150 Dragonmen hastily!" The agitated Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim cursed, "You little brat, is this gesture supposed to be your welcome? Do you have any idea who you’re holding?"

Liu Zhenhan hugged even tighter, turning a deaf ear.

"Yi Tiao has already told us everything he saw! Child, you’ve suffered!" Fairy Dragon Luna stroked Liu Zhenhan’s punk hair tenderly with soothing soft words.

"Excessive confidence and arrogance caused me to take a tumble," Liu Zhenhan straightened up and smiled faintly.

"Little cheat, am I seeing right? Do you actually recognize your own mistakes and shortcomings?" Master Puskas laughed heartily on the side.

"A mistake is a mistake, what am I afraid to admit? Am I only allowed to be clever while Rommel can’t be? If I lose, I lose—that doesn’t mean I’ll lose for the rest of my life! Master, without dragon power, without magic, I can still conquer the world!" Liu Zhenhan playfully tugged at Master Puskas’s untidy beard.